Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, nor am I making any money from this story.

AN: This is the promised sequel to my Fic 'Mate with Me?'. There will be more than one chapter to this Fic, but it won't be very long. Enjoy.

Going Home

By Evandar

Kurama smiled as he stepped through the portal into the Makai after his new mate. The air smelled just as it had the last time he was here; fresher than in the Ningenkai but tainted by the scent of blood, and the dusty ground felt familiar beneath his bare feet. Looking down at Hiei, his smile grew wider. Hiei had persuaded him, not that it had taken much effort, to leave his human life behind him and live as a demon once more. So, he had left his flat and all of his human possessions behind, apart from one picture of his mother, transformed into his Youko form and followed his mate home.

Now that Hiei was a Demon Lord he had an extensive territory that they had to trek through before they reached the castle where they would be settling down. It would take them a couple of days if they ran, over a week if they walked, but neither demon was in a hurry. When they reached the castle that used to belong to Mukuro, Hiei would be swamped with work and more assassination attempts. That would leave Kurama with little to do except help Hiei out, and look pretty. Of course, he could always visit Yusuke and Kuwabara, but he would have to have an escort; he wasn't popular in the Makai and with his mate in such a high position, he was the perfect hostage. There was also the risk of Yomi finding out about his presence here, and that was what Kurama was most worried about. He knew that Hiei would start a war for him if he had to, but to do so so soon after his takeover would be suicide.

Even with such worries, however, Kurama was happy. He was with the one person that he could have chosen to spend the rest of his life with. Hiei was, so far, the perfect mate and Kurama was more than happy with his choice. They hadn't spoken about what the future might hold for them yet, instead choosing to live for the moment. He knew that they would have to soon, but right now he was content just to stroll through the most dangerous of the three worlds with his love by his side and the wind blowing back his long silver hair.

KHKHKH

Shiori Hatanaka was worried. She hadn't received a call from her son for the past two weeks, when he usually phoned her at least twice a week just to check in. She couldn't remember him saying that he would be going away, and it wasn't like him to forget. On top of that, she had called the university only to be told that he hadn't been turning up for his lectures either. Upon finding that out, she had phoned the Police and was currently waiting for them outside her son's apartment, clutching at her husband's hand. She had knocked on the door, but had given up when there was no answer.

When the Police finally arrived Yukio Hatanaka used his key to let them into the tidy apartment. As usual, it was immaculate and at first glance, there was nothing out of place. They inspected the living room, kitchen and the bathroom before they all entered the bedroom. As soon as she entered the room, Shiori gasped. She didn't have to look around to know that something was wrong, the claw marks in the headboard and the tangled mess of sheets was enough.

"Holy shit," one of the officers said, staring at the patches of dried blood on the floor as his partner looked at the cracked wall and destroyed furniture. "What the hell happened here?"

His remark was met with silence. Shiori backed out of the room and leant against the hallway wall to keep herself from fainting. The edges of her vision were going dark and panic gnawed at her mind. What had happened to her son? Shuichi was a good boy, and got into no trouble. He was a wonderful student, got top grades and he was ever so popular. Shiori had no idea what he could have done to deserve to be hurt.

"Mrs Hatanaka?" one of the officers said, looking at her comfortingly. "How are you feeling?"

"I…"she whispered. "I'm worried, and frightened. Is my son going to be alright?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "Do you mind if I ask you some questions, Mrs Hatanaka?"

"Of course not, " Shiori replied and allowed him to lead her into the sitting room. She sank down onto her son's sofa and stared down at her clasped hands while the officer sat on the chair and looked at her intently.

"I have to ask, was he in any trouble? Did he take drugs, or get into fights very often?" he started.

"No, no," Shiori insisted. "Shuichi was a good boy; he wasn't in any trouble at all."

"I had to be sure," the young man assured her. "Do you know any of his friends? They might have an idea of where he is."

"I've only met one, a boy called Hiei," she replied. "Although he did mention others; Yusuke, Kuwabara and a girl called Botan."

"A girlfriend? Boyfriend?" the Police officer pressed.

"Shuichi always insisted that he was happy being single, and that he had no time for romance," Shiori replied, smiling at her son's excuse to get himself out of the blind dates she and her husband used to arrange for him. "He didn't show much interest in being with anyone."

"Alright," the officer said, nodding. "Do you know if there was anyone that might want to hurt him?"

"No, there's no one," she whispered. "I'm sorry I can't be of any help."

"It's alright," he assured. "Do you remember what this Hiei looked like?"

"Yes," she replied, glad that she could do something to help with the investigation. "He was very small and quite slender, with impish features. He had spiky black hair with a white starburst in the middle of his forehead, and red eyes."

"Red eyes?" the officer asked disbelievingly. Shiori nodded.

"Red eyes. He also wore a white bandanna. I think Shuichi said that he never took it off," she continued.

"Thank you Mrs Hatanaka," he said, standing. "It would be best if you made your way home now, and left the investigation to us. If you do hear from your son, please inform us immediately."

"I will, thank you," Shiori replied, also standing. As soon as her husband came into the room with the other Police officer, they left for their home. Sitting in the car, Shiori gazed out of the window with tears slowly trickling down her face. What had happened in that room?

KHKHKH

Hiei leant against a tree and watched as his fox disappeared down a hole that had been hidden between the roots of an ancient, and rather dangerous form of plant life. Hiei wasn't exactly sure what it was supposed to be, but he suspected that Kurama had bred it himself.

They had stopped off at one of Kurama's many dens so that the fox could check on, and collect some of the artefacts that he had hidden there to act as a sort of dowry. It was an old demon tradition that was no longer widely practised, but Kurama would give anything to help his mate.

So while Kurama was down there gathering his treasures, Hiei guarded the entrance. He was holding his katana loosely in his hand and looking around warily. Kurama's hideouts had remained a secret so far, and he refused to have just one of them exposed under his watch.

It wasn't very long before Kurama poked his head out of the hole again and looked around before wriggling out and closing the hole off once more.

"Thanks," he murmured, slinging his bag back over his shoulder.

"No problem," Hiei replied. "Come on."

Kurama smiled softly and fell into step beside his mate.

"You're worried, aren't you?" he asked.

"Hn" Hiei replied, shooting the silver haired Youko a dark look. "Why would I be worried? They're nothings."

Kurama chuckled softly and swooped down to press a kiss to Hiei's cheek. "Of course they are," he teased. "They're only Mukuro's generals."

Hiei snorted and continued to make his way through his territory. He was nervous, but he was trying not to let it get to him. Of course, Kurama's teasing didn't help, but he wouldn't tell the fox to shut up like he usually did. The sound of his voice was oddly comforting, even if his words were not, and Hiei was glad of the company. There was no one else in all three worlds that he would trust like this, and it was refreshing. A small smile graced his features and the couple walked on.